[OT] Sad: the man in black is dead... (merged)

[Djeta Thernadier]

I heard on my way to work this morning.

Tis a sad, sad day...

Not to be depressing, but it seems like we're losing older, great enteratiners left and right. It troubles me a bit to know that a lot of the kids these days (wow I sound like my mom!) are going to grow up without anyone with any real, lasting, entertaining talent.

I can't even name 95% of the current top 40 music and actors. Some of them I've heard of, but ask me what they sing, or what show they're on and I'm lost. And I think most of them will fade away within a few years.

Not like Cash, and Ritter who did their thing for decades, and [hopefully] will still be appreciated in the decades to come...

Rest in peace guys. You'll be missed.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

As for Johnny Cash, I would wager that most of today's youth and even people up into their mid to late 30's do not realize just quite how big Johnny Cash really is. He recorded more then 1500 songs which appeared on over 500 albums.

He was also one of the nicest guys in the business and even had sounds dedicated to him before his death...
This one comes to mind the most of all...

WE GOT PAID BY CASH
(Written by Harold and Don Reid)
The Statler Brothers


It started March of sixty-four, many years ago,
We were hired by Johnny Cash to open up his show.
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac with a road map on the dash,
For the next eight and one half years, we got paid by Cash.
He took us down to Nashville to Columbia studio,
Not knowing where we came from, they told us where to go.
But Johnny said "I like 'em! Don't you give them no trash."
You see we were Johnny's little boys and we got paid by Cash.
We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride,
And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died,
And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride,

And we were there when John remembered God was on his side.
We watched him on the concert stage, we watched him write his songs,
And saw the things we had to do and the things that could go wrong.
And if we had to start again we'd do it in a flash,
'Cause we learned more than we earned when we got paid by Cash.
Then came the time when our career demanded that we go,
And through some tears we all shook hands that last and final show.
All those years we never had a contract or a clash,
Whatever we may be today we owe it all to Cash.
We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride,
And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died,
And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride,

And we were there when John remembered God was on his side.
Now John will tell you there were years when times were good and bad,
But we can tell you they were some of the best we ever had:
Carl Perkins, and the Carters, and the Tennessee Three,
We were one big happy family and would have done it all for free.

 

[Holy Bovine]

This was the first thing I saw when I went online this morning. Johnny Cash was/is one of true greats in music. He was able to continually improved and adapt his talent to a variety of musical styles. The world is poorer without him.

Cedric - thnak you - I was trying to figure out why I liked John Ritter's comedic style so much and that is the reason. Physical comedy was definately his forte and it is why i can still watch his stuff even 20 years later.

Way too much death going on right now - I need some cheering up

 

[Cthulhu's Librarian]

Hearing that Johnny Cash passeed away really hit me hard this morning. I was never a country music fan, but he had a special meaning to me. One of my earliest memories (this has to be from when I was 3 or 4) is sitting in my grandmothers house and signing "I walk the Line" along with her. She was always listening to Johnny Cash, and I know many of his songs from listening to her 8-Track collection when I was little. As I grew up, I never thought to listen to his music, since I don't really care for country. Then, several years ago I was working on an archaeological dig, and one of the other guys there had several Cash albums, and we listened to them all week long. The music really brought a lot back to me, and I found that Cash wasn't just country music, but was also gospel, soul, rock, blues, and so much more. Most of all, his words touched me. He wrote of a life lived hard, but also of love and faith. A couple years ago, I bought a Johnny Cash CD for my Grandmother, and she was very happy, as it was something that we could both listen to and enjoy on so many levels.
Thanks Johnny, you'll be missed.

 

[Cedric]

Johnny Cash covered the Hank Williams song "I Dreamed About Momma Last Night" on the Hank Williams Tribute album - Timeless. I couldn't listen to that song before without tear-ing up...now I might as well just break out the handkerchief...

If you have the album, or can find the mp3 of it...give it a listen, very good but simple and Johnny Cash does it SOOO well...just bring a tissue when you do.

Cedric

 

[aliensex]

I grew up watching John Ritter. Johnny Cash's music was often played at my grandparents house.

R.I.P to both of them.

I think we have duplicate childhoods! Scary, and sad at the same time if its true

 

[Djeta Thernadier]

WE GOT PAID BY CASH
(Written by Harold and Don Reid)
The Statler Brothers

Thank you for posting that.

*attempts to not cry*

 

[ForceUser]

For both of them.

Hurt.

 

[orbitalfreak]

This is a sad day indeed. Johnny Cash was (still is) one of the best and most-loved singer-songwriters that I've ever known. Still, we mustn't linger on the sadness of his death, but smile about what we remember best about him. So, here's a little something from the Man in Black to bring a smile to your face.

"A Boy Named Sue"
--Johnny Cash

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him...

Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

 

[kkoie]

that really bites!